Life and Diving in Roatán

As a blogger I often weigh my desire to be completely honest with my readers and the potential consequences to businesses run by people I know and to a lesser extent to the local inhabitants of the island that I have chosen to live on.

It’s been a little over two years that I left Roatan to spend time with my mother who was experiencing some health issues at the time. Having gone through a couple of operations for her eyes and things now settled for the moment, I have decided to return to Roatan once again.

Today I had the opportunity to dive theCordelia Banksfor the first time since I got to Roatan over 2 years ago. The Cordelia Banks lies about one nautical mile off the south side of the island and is not part of the normal array of dives sites promoted and maintained by the Roatan Marine Park.

I have lived in West End for a little over two years and even in that short time I have noticed the traffic becoming worse and worse. I’ve seen many close calls and it is not a question of if a tragic accident will happen, it’s only a question of when (if it hasn’t already).

Being a dive professional I often get asked if diving becomes dull since your doing it over and over again. From the very beginning, I have always felt that every dive can reveal something unique and amazing. You never know when something extraordinary can happen!

The next day, after a delicious breakfast (pictured) I walked out onto the cobble stone street to find Jesus waiting for me with his motorcycle taxi. He took me to the entrance of the ruins where he had me meet a guide by the name of Ceasar to take me through the ruins.

After the end of Semana Santa (Holy Week – Easter) I was acutely conscious that I was suffering from major Island fever. I had not left Roatan since I stepped off the plane at Juan Manuel Gálvez International Airport on January 30th 2012. To say I needed a chance of scenery was a definite understatement.

Yesterday before going to work I informed my landlady of the theft and the damage to the window screens. She was very sorry for my losses and told me she would ask her grandson Aster to loan me one of his laptops that he doesn’t use so I would be able to write.